Is this really the end for me? I recall everything, every moment that happened in my life for all the years I have lived as I take another step forward towards the swimming pool. All those years and yet not one year passed by happily for me. Is this what they meant by cursed? I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks and my heart weighted more than normal. Why me? I have always been afraid of water but not today, today is the bravest I have been and also the most craven. With another step, I jump inside the pool. Flashbacks of the past flashed in front of my eyes as I was closing them forever.
Around 4 years back.
Zayla's p.o.v
“Hi everyone! My name is Zayla Pierce.” I said as I stood beside the teacher in my new classroom.
“Is that all you want to say to your new classmates?” the teacher gently spoke to me.
I nodded. That was it. I just nodded.
This new environment was not for me. All these new faces staring at me; few with curiosity, few with jealousy and few like hungry dogs- sorry wolves.
After leaving my parents’ house I travelled for an entire day to come here, to a new place, to a new beginning. But right now, my heart beats fast and I am afraid everyone in the class heard it.
I want a new, silent, low-profile beginning.
“Don’t you want to tell us why you transferred to our high-school in the sophomore year?” the gentle voice of the teacher pulled me out of my musings.
“Amm-” I did not know how to reply to the question. Should I say I was beaten and tormented at my adoptive parents’ house so I ran away here or should I make up a lie? I don’t know.
“Alright. It’s fine if you don’t want to talk much about yourself right away. I understand it’s your first day in school and a lot might be going on in your mind right now.”
I was relieved when I heard Miss. Evans say those words. I neither had to lie nor tell the truth.
“Nory, could you take the empty seat in the second row and leave your seat for Zayla,” the teacher asked a blond girl and she immediately narrowed her face upon hearing that.
“Why me?” she answered back without hesitation.
At that time, I remembered my father. He would’ve taken out his belt and lashed it at her if he was here. A girl is never allowed to talk back. He’d say something like that.
“Because Zayla is new here. It would be better if she stayed near the class monitor since he can help her cope to this new environment.” The teacher’s voice was still sweet and gentle.
“Why can’t she sit near Hannah? She is a class monitor too,” a brunet haired girl raised her head immediately upon hearing the name and the desk dragged sound grabbed everyone’s attention. Too bad her sleep was disturbed.
“Because that’s why.” The teacher stated. “She is in her dreamland most often than in the classroom. I need to assign someone to help her first before she can be of anyone else’s help.”
The blond girl didn’t have anything to say on that. Reluctant, she grabbed her bag and all of her stuffs from the table and made her walk to the newly allotted seat, but not before she glared at me. If looks could kill, I would be six feet below the ground, and if her werewolf powers have fully been tamed, then it’s only really matter of days before that actually happens.
Why is my life so hard?
“Zayla, you can go and sit there. Ethan, please be sure to help her.”
I bowed my head as I walked towards my seat. I did not want to see the faces of anyone; the faces that held powers and secrets.
I silently took my seat and hanged my bag on the back of my chair.
“Hi, I’m Ethan,” a voice brushed through my neck from the back.
Ethan. The class monitor. I recalled.
“Hi! I’m Zayla.” I looked back to greet him back and to his lord’s sake, I have never seen such beauty in my entire life.
That was our first meeting.
“Nice to meet you,” his voice pulled me out of my admirations for him.
I smiled and turned back to the front. My eyes were still holding his image like it had mugged up all his features in that spilt second.
His dark brown hair, straight nose, brown eyes and those thin lips that I am not sure I could feel if it ever touched mine. He is gorgeous. No wonder that blond girl protested a lot and didn’t want to change seats.
“Alright everyone, I hope everyone studies nicely today too. Have a good day.” Miss Evans left with those gentle words and the class became a fish market in the blink of an eye.
“Who is she even to sit near Ethan the minute she enters the class?” I could hear the voices.
“Exactly. We have to do something about it.” My heartbeat rose upon hearing that.
Am I not safe here too? What was all the use of coming this far to start over again if I was eventually going to be looked down on and be bullied?
“Hey,” a hand tapped on my shoulder and the fear was swept by the distraction.
I looked back and saw those brown eyes again.
“Is there anything you want to know about our school?” he asked and disturbance melt there and then.
“There are few things I am curious about.” I softly spoke.
I was trained this way by my parents. A loud voice meant severe beatings and I did not want that. So I never raised my voice and it became a habit.
“What are they talking about?” I heard those girls’ voices again.
“I’m sure she is trying to seduce him.”
I lost my words again.
“Don’t worry about them,” the sweet voice yet again dragged me out of my cowardice. “They can’t hear us. All they can do is try and guess.”
“How? I thought all werewolves have a strong hearing sense.”
“They do. But some werewolves have a remedy to that. They can put up a shield and make sure no one can hear them and the person they are talking to.”
“So, you have that power.”
With a gentle smile, he blinked. And my dear god, I fell for him. He made me believe in love at first sight.
“Then I’d like to accept your help. Could you guide me to the library during the break time?”
He paused, like he was trying to study me.
“So, you are like the studious type?”
“Not really. I am more like a silent lover.”
“And library is the place of your preference.”
I blinked.
He nodded.
Just then the teacher came and our short yet sweet conversation ended.
The teacher looked like he was in his late fifties and would retire very soon.
“I see we have a new student today,” his voice made me self-conscious. “What is your name my dear?”
“Kayla Pierce,” I stood up and answered him.
“Oh, no need to stand. Sit back down.”
I obeyed.
“So, which Pierce family are you from?” his question dropped my heart.
I am an orphan. I don’t know who my parents are, I don’t even know my real identity. Everything I have now is because of the mercy of my adoptive parents. I owe nothing. I have no originality.
“Sir, since it’s her first day and she has not brought her books, can I share mine with her?” a voice took all the attention. I turned back and Ethan gave me a sweet smile and winked at me. Did he sense that I was not comfortable with that question? Did he interrupt to save me? Did he help me? Because if he did, then that would be a record-breaking event of my life. No one has ever helped me without expecting anything in return except for one uncle whom I will forever be in debt to. My adoptive parents kept me around them only because they were receiving money from an organization to help fulfil my expenses. I never saw a single penny of it myself. That was until the person in charge noticed that I wasn’t being treated right and so he sneaked in some money and gave them to me personally every time he made a visit. All thanks to him, I saved enough to run away from that hell and all thanks to his connections that I got admission in this school. “Sure,” the teacher agreed. Ethan got
I felt like I was finally free. I could no longer feel any of my body parts. It was like they had all found their safe haven and left me, like my parents, like my adoptive family… like Ethan. “Hey, can you hear me?” I heard a faint voice in the dark endless path I was walking on. “Please, wake up.” The voice had sadness in it and it ached me hearing them. “I am sorry, please don't go.” I knew that familiar voice, but I could not figure out its owner. “Please Zayla, please don’t leave me.” He sounded like he was crying, like he was pleading. “I love you.” Just then I felt like a fish who’d been caught on a hook. I was immediately pulled out of the darkness and all I could see was a blurred figure of a man until I realized I was coughing really hard. “Zayla? Thank god! Are you okay? I am so sorry Zayla. I will accept all of your punishments, just don’t leave me. I love you Zayla. I love you.” His words roamed around my head before I was dragged back into the darkness. Flashb
The girls immediately backed down and I ran away from them. Just when I was about to exit and run pass the man, his hard palm held my hand and pulled me towards him. It was at that closer look that I recognized him. The face of the man I had crush on for more than a year. The first ever person my heart fell for. Ethan.Ethan calmed down seeing me, his pupils were turning back to its natural color, but then again his eyes fell upon my scarred face and my disheveled clothes. My brassieres were clearly visible and the claw marks on my chest looked deep as blood stains were still fresh. Those thirsty golden eyes appeared again and I knew what they wanted.“Ethan. I am fine,” I touched his face with my palms and made those eyes focus my eyes and nothing else.Ethan was someone who hated fights, who hated blood and who hated killings. He was someone who preferred being locked and chained than being involved in violence. I did not want him to be the monster he loathed so much. Being the son
I was terrified hearing his words.“I am sorry for crossing your paths. I promise I will never do that,” I said, still shivering.“Oh baby! We are not at all disturbed by the fact that we met you. In fact we are glad,” he smirked and I felt disgusted.He picked me up and threw me on his shoulder like I was a sack of rice and immediately transported to an area I was stranger to. His other friends followed behind him.When he stopped, I immediately struggled. Trying to free away from him and started calling for help.“Help. Anyone please. Help me.”He started laughing. "No one’s around baby. No one ever comes anywhere near this place. It’s all booked for us.”He dropped me on the ground and I fell on my knees.“Please let me go. Please don’t hurt me. I am sorry,” it all felt like déjà vu. Two whole years have passed and I still had not escaped from hell. Before it was my adoptive father, now it was these bunch of a**h****.The muscular boy walked forward and jumped on top of me. The str
I was running. In the wild I was all alone. I could not see but I know I was being followed. I could hear voices, reaching near me, catching up to my pace.You will like it baby. *Endless laughter*I could not see the faces, not a single soul, but I was running on an infinite path like my life depended on it. I could feel my heart come up to my throat. I huffed, I was tired, but I did not stop.Those voices followed me no matter where I ran to, no matter which path I took, it lingered around until I tripped on a log of wood and fell.That’s when I woke up. I was still breathing hard, my heart still throbbing forcefully against my chest, my hands still shaking in fear. But I was all alone. Nothing that could possibly harm me was around, but that still wasn’t assuring, I was petrified.After a lot of debate, I walked out of the tent and went to sit near the fireplace. It was all silent. The other werewolves had still not come back.“You can’t sleep,” I jumped hearing the voice.“Oh! You
It had been three years since I came to this school and it had been three years since I first met Ethan.“I don’t know.”“What do you mean you don’t know? You guys are literally a couple only waiting to make it official. Everyone in the school knows it that you both are a perfect match.”“I am not sure.”“Are you still thinking? If I were you, I’d confess him the very day incidents with Nory happened.”“Hm.” Hannah was right. I shouldn’t have waited so long.“It’s the prom and his birthday after midnight. What better setting to express your love?”“I am not sure. What if I am not his mate?”“You surely are. The way you guys met, the way you guys care for each other and the way you both look into each other’s eyes, there’s no way in hell you guys aren’t meant for each other.”“Forget about me and Ethan and focus on your date tonight.” I order in an attempt to change the topic.“Whatever, I am not going.” She rolled on the other side of the bed along with Mr. Calm.“Hannah Scott.” I sta
The prom was as expected; beautiful people and more beautiful attires. Hannah also arrived with Liam and I swear I’d never seen him so happy ever before.Nory and her soldier minions were also undoubtedly there and they glared upon seeing me with Ethan but didn’t dare to do any more tricks on me.I was glad and proud with the fact that I had him to protect me. Trust me, I don’t support damsel in distress characters, but I also know the importance of having someone who looks after your wellbeing. Ethan was that person in my life.There was still time before the couple dance and so I walked into the restroom to re-touch up my makeup. I looked at my own reflection and breathed hard. I can do this.When I walked out to the hall and it was exactly midnight. I looked around for Ethan but he was nowhere in sight. I asked few people inside the room but no one had seen him. Almost ten minutes passed by but he was still not around. I did not know what to think or what to expect. I wanted to be
Ethan’s p.o.vZayla. That was her name. I met her for the first time today and I don’t know why I felt the want to be close with her. She had just transferred to our school and I never knew I could be so jealous. I wanted to have all of her for me, exclusively. No, I am not the maniac who craves for physical pleasure and that is not why I want her. It is like she was a strange castle of treasure and I was the knight who had to guard it.I still remember that one day, we were supposed to meet in the library for the group project, I was waiting for her but she didn’t come on time. She was always the early bird type; always before time and never late, but that day, she was late by several minutes. At first I was thinking of all the ways I could tease her for being late and committing a henious crime, but my heart wasn’t enjoying the wait. It was telling me that maybe, she is not late, that maybe she was in danger.I walked out of the library and called her but she didn’t pick up her phon